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the VIP list.”
Derek finally looked at me.
“Oh, right. Elena. Yeah, you’re on the alternate list.”
He reached into the box and pulled out a red wristband.
It was noticeably different from the white ones, cheaper material, and instead of VIP guest, it read general attendance in black letters.
“What’s this?” I asked calmly.
“It’s your wristband. Everyone gets continue reading …
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